He glanced at the butcher over there who was still kneeling on the ground with his teeth grimacing in pain and unable to get up. This butcher didn't need Yang Ruoqing's instructions.

The knife cut directly into the lean meat.

Then I weighed it and found it was exactly two pounds.

"Pork belly is fifteen cents per catty, otherwise, you can just pay this price..."

He handed over the whole lean meat and said submissively.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, but threw him fifty coins.

She has a clear sense of right and wrong.

Those who don't like it will be beaten to death.

If you are sensible, she will not treat you badly.

People who sell meat rely on this to support their families.

As long as it doesn't go too far, everyone has something to live for.

The butcher at the back took the fifty cents and was surprised and excited.

Fifty cents, no loss, no loss!
Chapter completed!